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At the center of the cornfield, something abandoned rises above us. When we look up, a shadow passes through an open window. The moon is full, and it’s clear we won’t be resting here tonight.
ALBUM • Magnetic Maze
When this man appeared above us, I thought he had come to send us away. Instead, he told us we could stay. “You might need it,” he said. What a wonderful place to remain.
We collected stones and plants, sand and water from the pond, then sealed it away and waited for years. Now I am afraid to open it. To the tadpole inside—I’m sorry.
At this moment, my mind contains nothing but geometric forms and thin beams of red and green, all of them painfully sharp. I find myself wondering where I am. For now, I will try to get some sleep.
Looking at these stars suddenly dwarfed my own troubles and all the gravities of terrestrial life. I thought of their unfathomable distance, and the slow inevitable drift of their movements out of the unknown past into the unknown future.